Those of us who cook at Archival Clothing love the classic Time Life series of world cookeries. I’ve cooked out of “The Cooking of Japan” for some time, and am hoping to soon start work on “Terrines, Pates and Galantines.” But I was recently sidelined by “The Cooking of the British Isles,” although I’m less interested in the food than in the context shots. American hunting clothing is wonderful, but there’s still a place for a bespoke tweed shooting suit.
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While looking through suzannetodd82’s images from L’Eroica 2008, I came across this splendid image of a thoroughly archival gent. I’m not sold on his choice of trousers, but I hope to follow his example of using a Filson Game Bag as cycling baggage.
The Shot Shell Bag and the triple Shooting Bag also promise to be crossover bags for hunting, shooting, and cycling. In the spirit of the biathlon, perhaps Archival Clothing will host a cyclocross/target shooting event this summer. Please stay tuned. Here are a few more cyclo- shooting bag options from favorite archival brand, CC Filson:
If you’re shopping for a bag from the past, permit me to recommend the Abercrombie & Fitch Officer’s Musette Bag or Sportsman’s Haversack (for revolver shooters and botanists).
This past weekend I had the curious experience of participating in what subscribers to the British country sports magazine The Field would term a shooting party. Along with friends I followed a Nissan Altima out to a patch of gravel in the aptly named “Shotgun Creek” wildnerness area to practice gun safety and take aim at a range of gentle targets: clay pigeons, cardboard boxes and an insulated drink cozy with an extra-terrestrial icon.
For the record, the primary appeal of this event was the opportunity to doll up in fine, purpose-specific hunting clothes (ideally, a tweed jacket and plus fours). Since the day was quite warm, however, I substituted a sporty red Engineered Garments cruiser jacket and distributed Filson and Hunting World hats to my fellow party members.
For the most part, I spent my time during this event (what I mentally termed a gun carnival) giggling at my fellow participants and marvelling at the strange, balanced coexistence between our own group, a secondary party of shooters (teens wearing “police” t-shirts and using long range deer rifles to shoot at paper targets from ten paces) and several motorcross riders who kept circling our impromptu shooting range and popping wheelies.